Every Wednesday afternoon after school, my little granddaughter and I have a standing “bake date” in my kitchen. It’s our little tradition—equal parts flour, giggles,
The smell always hit me first—savory beef mingling with bubbling cheddar and soft noodles, drifting from my mom’s oven long before dinner was called. We
The scent always hits first. A mix of slow-simmered tomatoes, garlic, and sizzling sausage that wraps around the kitchen like a warm hug. Every Sunday,